Standing on the corner of Stuart and the avenue
Ripping up my transfer and a photograph of you
You're a blur of my dead past and rotting existence
As I stand laughing on the corner of insignificance
Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before, it might have made some sense
But now it's all f*cked up
Seasons change as well as minds, and I'm a two-faced clown
You're Mommy's little nightmare, driving Daddy's car around
I'm beat down and half brain dead, the long lost king of fools
I may be dumb, but I'm not stupid enough to stay with you
Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before, it might have made some sense
But now it's all f*cked up
Well, destiny is dead
In the hands of bad luck
Before, it might have made some sense
But now it's all f*cked up
We're all f*cked up
You're all f*cked up